Saturday, April 25, 2009

Fog

©2009 David Moody

I’ve been in a fog since you left me, baby
Everything’s gone hazy
And it’s driving me crazier
With every moment that passes
I’m not seeing things right since you left me - maybe
You could pick up the phone
And call me here at home
And tell me where you hid my glasses

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